Vijs Quotes & Sayings

We can't legislate human nature. — Taya Kyle

I want to continue to be me and share with people. — J. R. Martinez

Ours is a broken world. — Takaya Kagami

My coach once told me "there's no "I" in "team." I responded there's also no "I" in "hackneyed." Then I had to run 12 laps. — Lev L. Spiro

The one fact that I would cry form every housetop is this: the Good Life is waiting for us - here and now. — B.F. Skinner

It was a good pup, was that Andrew Jackson, and would have made a name for hisself if he'd lived, for the stuff was in him, and he had genius - I know it, because he hadn't had no opportunities to speak of, and it don't stand to reason that a dog could make such a fight as he could under them circumstances, if he hadn't no talent. — Mark Twain

Violence, less and less embarrassed by the limits imposed by centuries of lawfulness, is brazenly and victoriously striding across the whole world, unconcerned that its infertility has been demonstrated and proved many times in history. What is more, it is not simply crude power that triumphs abroad, but its exultant justification. The world is being inundated by the brazen conviction that power can do anything, justice nothing. — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

Here's my tip: Have your production hire the best hair stylists on the planet to do your films and commercials, then casually hint about how great it would be to get a trim during lunch break. — Mark Romanek

Reject the phony Patients' Bill of Rights ... We don't have to continue down the path of socialized medical care, especially in America where free markets have provided so much for so many. — Ron Paul

People think me a sort of Florence Nightingale, but I have no heroic qualities. I simply don't feel very much. — Franny Billingsley

Dangling in space I realised I could always slip out of the harness. I looked forward to the peace of the great release. — Douglas Mawson

She saw me as safe, and why shouldn't she? I was a man of the cloth, after all, bound by God to be a caregiver of his flock. Of course, she would assume that she could tease me, touch me, without bothering my priestly composure. How could she know what her words and voice did to me? How could she know that her hand was currently searing its outline onto my chest? — Sierra Simone